You guys are really hearing me. And I'm hearing you. Here's another excerpt from my life: the Costco Saga

Her: Hey, want to go to Costco?
Me: Sounds like fun. Which hotel?
Her: Hotel? It's only two hours away.
Me: No, it's 100 miles away. It takes me almost three hours, with pit stops.
Her: Then I'll drive.
Me: No, I need to take my car because I have all my stuff and equipment that I need. (And I can control the air-conditioning)
Her: Well, still it's only two hours when you take I-89.
Me: I can't drive in that kind of traffic, I have to go the back way.
Her: I know, you can use the motorized cart in the store!
Me: That will help, but it still makes me exhausted to deal with the noise, the lights, the thinking of what I need, etc. I can't do it all in one day.
Her: Okay, then we'll stay at a hotel. It will only be an extra $50 to stay at Hotel Dump.
Me: Sorry, I need air-conditioning.
Her: Oh.
Me: And my own bathroom. You'll have to rent your own room.
Her: Uh...
Me: By the way, you won't be able to buy much stuff. I need to bring all my medical stuff, my special pillows, my three pairs of shoes, my canes, my rolling walker, and my portable fan.
Her: Uh...well...shall I make hotel reservations for Tuesday?
Me: Go ahead. But if I have to cancel at the last minute, you'll have to pay for the hotel rooms. I can't afford it, because I'm on disability.
Her: You don't really want to go, do you?
Me: No. Yes. I don't know. (bursts into tears)
Her: Um. Maybe we'll do it some other time. I'll call you...